Timothy and I had a nice time in the Village. We went to Tower Records, and for the first time I ventured upstairs to the balcony where they had folk music, looking for records of the kind of music we had been singing the night before. Timothy didn’t know the names of most of the songs, or who had sung them, but he thought that the first song we’d sung, the one about “finding a better place,” was by a group called Pentangle, and I found a few albums by them in the P section. I didn’t know whether any of them had the song I’d liked — there were no lyrics on the album cover and no song whose title sounded particularly like it was about finding a better place — but I bought three of the most likely-looking ones anyway.
Tag: Straight
On-Show Onsen part three: What Happens in the Sauna… [FM] (Exhibitionist/voyeur)
[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/oyvnog/onshow_onsen_part_one_spying_in_the_baths/)
[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/CaptainPervlord/comments/p0pq27/onshow_onsen_part_two_mixed_bathing/)
Our feet slapped on the tile of the indoor baths and we were all hands and giggles and full frontal with our arousal on show. Bryn hung over the side of one of the cool tubs, her low-hanging tits draping past the rim, her eyes staring at us, shamelessly. I wondered how she would react if I asked what her other hand was doing under the water. She winked as we passed.
The sauna door was near the entrance, where there were stools and short showers to rinse off before entering. One of these was in use by a member of the group who hadn’t come down initially.
“Oh!” said Jordan, who was a plush lesbian with a nose ring and a neon green undercut. Both her nipples were pierced, I managed to see before she got her hand over them, and her upper forearm bore a *Dark Side of the Moon* tattoo.
Tamara didn’t bother to cover her nakedness. I did, figuring Jordan hadn’t been part of the initial group that agreed to mix the baths. She definitely saw everything before I got the chance, but I hoped to get points for trying. “We decided on together baths tonight!” the girl on my arm announced. “No shame because it’s just our group here. And what happens in the sauna stays in the sauna.”
[FF] 18 first time having drunk sex
First off I am not into guys at all so please don’t send me dick pics. I’m fine chatting or answering questions but I don’t want to see a penis lol.
If you haven’t read my previous stories I’ll give you some background info. I grew up in a super conservative small town and attended a fairly strict religious school. I never came out to anyone in highschool not friends or family.
I played tennis and ran cross country so I’m pretty slim. I have red hair and pale skin and a pretty smile.
I was a virgin until a month ago and basically had no sex education so everything is new for me. The girl that I’ve been with is more experienced but super patient and gentle and really cares about my pleasure.
Well class is starting soon and the town is beginning to come to life. I went to my first college party ever with a girl I met in the dorm. The party was super fun. Lots of dancing and loud music and it wasn’t sketchy at all.
Girl strips at party to seduce ex [FM] [Humil]
“Sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to see you, Lena.”
“I should have looked where I was going.”
“It’s not a big deal. I expect to clean up worse than that tomorrow morning with those wobbly undergrads getting handsy in the guest room.”
“I could make it up to you.”
“…”
“Matt, I would love to make it up to you.”
“It’s a tiny spill on hardwood, takes literally two seconds to wipe up.”
“I know but Matt—can I conversationally put my hand on your chest?”
“…”
“Thank you. But so Matt, I can make it up to you. I could do you a favor, a big favor, or more than one even.”
“How much you drink tonight?”
“Focus on the favors, Matt. Tell me how I can make it up to you.”
“One sec, Lena. Yo, Ben! C’mere a sec—can you keep an eye on the party?”
“…”
“Okay, Lena, favors. I’ll humor it.”
“I hoped you’d tell me what to do, to make up for it. Tell me to do anything Matt and I’ll do it for you, please.”
A breakup between me [F] and an ex [M] partner leads me down a road of hookups and a drunken one night stand at a Christmas party
Heya! So a little about myself:
I’m currently in a committed relationship with a man who I love very much. We’ve been together for two and a half years and still going strong. The road that led to this relationship however, was very rocky.
After a two year relationship ended with a guy from university ended, I let go and played the field big time. Most of my hookups were with guys I knew (some exes) with a few one night stands scattered in-between. This story starts when I first felt some form of attraction to my current boyfriend.
I was 24 at the time and he was 33. We both worked in the same company and started a month apart. At first, we worked on different projects and never spoke a word to each other. We noticed each other, but that’s as far as it went. At the time we were both in relationships.
Birthday Gift [MMF/Bi]
Reposted to add color to my bipersonals ad….
Before my 45th birthday, my wife of nearly 20 years asked me what I wanted. We were driving at the time, so I didn’t have to make eye contact with her. After some back and forth and some cajoling, I finally admitted I wanted to be with a man, to have that experience. She was understanding and maybe even a little aroused to know that my laces maybe weren’t as straight as she thought.
The drive was a long one and after leaving the subject, she came back to it, to see if she could figure out my “type.” Again, I was grateful to not have to make too much eye contact, but I was enjoying being honest about this. I did have a type, even a specific man in mind, and as I gradually painted the picture for her, my cock stiffened in my pants. This was turning me on in a huge way.
I’m 5′ 10″, 170 lbs and athletic. 7″ circumcised cock. I work out daily. My type, though, was somewhat different. As eliptically as I could, I described one of my wife’s coworkers, Tony: 35 YO, 5’7″, rolly-polly, Hawaiian-Filipino, gay man.
My Father-in-law (Ch.03) [F/M]
Chapter 3 [(Link to chapter two)](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p194wj/my_fatherinlaw_ch_02_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
Jake´s mood improved after our session on the couch, which only served to fuel my guilty conscience. That whole afternoon we spent by the pool, basking in the warm summer sun, swimming together, kissing each other more often than we had in months. All the while, I felt the guilt and shame over what I had done gnawing inside my stomach, eating me from inside. But all the guilt in the world couldn´t erase the memory of how excited I had felt as I locked eyes with John, his son´s cock deep inside of me. Every time I tried to think of something else, distract myself with other things, his steely grey gaze rushed into my mind, blowing everything else away.
I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes to devour my skin, to wander over my body like a man dying of thirst spotting an oasis in the distance.
Keep it Coming [m/f] [long] [Just A taste installment]
Keep it Coming
My legs are still weak from the earth shattering orgasm Wyatt gave me just moments ago. I don’t know how it’s possible, but just listening to him talk about pushing me to new limits has my pussy hot and twinging with excitement. The look on his face is heart stopping. There is a certain mystery behind his eyes. The smirk on his lips tells me he’s enjoying every moment of this as much as I am.
As I stand there studying his face, he reaches over and lightly brushes the hair that has fallen out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. He run his fingers lightly down my jaw and stops at the tip of my chin. He lifts my face just slightly and looks deep into my eyes. “Are you sure you want this? It isn’t too late to back out.” The question catches me off guard. “Why would I back out now? The fun just started.” I answer with a smirk. “Huh. You’re right, but I need to make a few things clear. I have a very primal nature. I like to take control and push limits. I want to make you cum more times and harder than you ever have. I want you to beg for my mercy. I want you to beg for my cock. I will decide what you get and when. I will push you to the very edge of more than you think you can take, but you have to have complete trust in me. We set a safe word. The second you utter that word, everything stops, no questions asked. After, we do whatever you need, whatever that means. We can lay there and cuddle, watch a movie, talk, whatever. It’s important that you know you have just as much if not more control as I do.”
Coyote’s Trick Chapters 2 and 3 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
I’ve written this story through chapter 5. It is complete. All chapters are available on my website. There’s also an illustrated version available. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search my name on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Chapters 1 and 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogfgsv/coyotes_trick_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogfgsv/coyotes_trick_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/)
Chapter 3
Night and day were more binary than ever for the Moore household. James was his normal, sweet self with the sun up. But once night fell, so did thousands of years of civilization. James howled, panted, and his rapaciousness knew no bounds. This happened all week.
Christina sat in the kitchen sipping coffee on a Friday. It was almost time for James to arrive home from school. Much to Christina’s deep shame, she grew to love their nights. She found that her body now longed for the wildness to enter back into her eighteen-year-old son’s eyes. Poor Henry would certainly divorce her if he knew what she’d become. She shivered in the warm sunlight as she wondered if James would continue their untamed congress once his father returned from his business trip.
Getting in trouble with the Matriarchy would be fun, right
My heart punded as I walked down the street. My plan was crazy but I couldn’t resist the chance to have fun like that. Most men went out of their way not to get in trouble with the police these days. Most eveyone knew some of the things that happened in correctional facilities. Only when I heard about them, i had never been harder in my life. So here I was, now standing in view of the cop car begind me I started to spray paint.
By the time I’d finnished writing “Men’s rights now” I heard the doors if the cruiser open and shut. He tunred to see the two tall buxom officers striding towards him in high heels. Each was taller and more muscular than I would likely ever be.
“Hey, just what in the hell is goin on here” said the blond one in my direction
“None of your dam business” I yelled back quickly, that was a real point of no return. Now I was in trouble and my cock was only getting harder.